Writing a novel is hard work. It takes a lot of discipline and self motivation. And a constant war with my inner censor, but that's for another post.
Being a stay at home, it's easy to get distracted by the little things. Food shopping, cleaning, scheduling doctor appointments, planning birthday parties, field trips, volunteer stuff. You get the picture. So, I try working off a schedule.
It goes something like this...
8:30: Take kids to school
9-11: Work on rewrite of The Interpreters (make Sergio a more likable character, try a different POV)
11-1: Work on blog (post entry about lemon water, take some pictures)
1-2:45: Work on query letters (research fabulous literary agent, revise my hook)
3:00: Pick up kids
It's a nice, concise, manageable schedule. I would consider this a fulfilling, worthwhile day. A big accomplishment. Working towards my goals.
Unfortunately, you know how it goes with the best laid plans...
8:30: Take kids to school
9-9:30: Eat granola and drink (more) coffee
9:30-10: Phone call (my sister in Tallahassee, haven't talked to her in weeks, I had to pick up the phone)
10-10:30: Book ski trip (if I don't do it, who will?)
10:30-11: Confirm tennis (and get in a little gossip)
11:15-12: Pilates class (because I can't sit on my ass all day staring at a computer screen)
12-1: Make and eat lunch (something involving way too much cheese)
1:15-2: Send a few emails, mostly complaining about stuff and people (OMG, I am SO high school)
2:2:30: Have a(nother) snack
2:45: Pick up kids (leave a little early so I have time to chat with moms)
Sigh. There's always tomorrow.
To read the first chapter of The Interpreters, click here.